The Party Girl and The Family Man

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It was well past 1:00 in the morning when Kendra stumbled out of her Uber, her purse dangling from one hand and her heels dangling from the other. Barefoot she meandered up the drive way of her uncle's house and around to the back door. The back porch light was on, but she still fumbled with the key for several moments before finally getting it in the keyhole.

Once she was inside the kitchen, the petite redhead, dressed in a slinky black dress, did her best to tip toe through the darkened house. Unfortunately, the alcohol in her system had other ideas, causing her to catch her purse on a chair that then banged against the small table in the corner of the kitchen. Kendra eventually gave up on freeing the purse from the chair, deciding to just leave it.

As she left the kitchen and passed the living room, her heels still clutched in one hand, her other hand on the wall to provide some stability, she realized that there was a light on in the living room. Glancing up, the redhead saw her uncle sitting in an armchair, a book in his lap and what seemed to be a disapproving look on his face.

"Oh, hey, you're up late," the eighteen year old said, trying to sound casual, not realizing that she was only bringing more attention to the fact that she was coming home so late.


Kendra: https://imgbox.com/6DorznkF
 
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Daddy's girl

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It was late. I had lost track of the time with my nose buried in a good book. A car door slammed out in front and I knew it would be my niece just getting home. She is staying with me now as a favor to my younger sister Sharon. I have plenty of room in the house to begin with and even more so now that my wife had passed two years ago. The house is only a five minute walk to the campus were my wife once taught and my niece Trisha is in her first year. It only made sense to save her the expense of housing or a two plus hour commute. However my dear sister conveniently left out that Trisha is a handful.
She parties more than she studies and I am beginning to worry if she is heading for trouble right out of the gate. After few minutes she finally got the door unlocked and stumbled past me in the hall Barefoot with her shoes in her hand. When it dawned on her that the light was still on and I was sitting in the chair she said "Oh, hey, you're up late," . "Yup I am, tough to sleep wondering where my niece is at this hour when she has classes in the morning. Honestly if you were mine I would take you over my knee and paddle your ass good. For now I intend to blast you out of bed early so you have a shot at being cognizant when you get there.Now go get some sleep.”
 
Leaning against the entrance, her eyes semi-focused on the blurry shape that was her uncle, Kendra listened as she explained that he was up late because he was waiting for her to come home. She felt bad. That feeling lasted about 3 seconds and was quickly replaced when her uncle mentioned that he should probably put her over his lap and spank her. Her first thought in reaction to that was, oh sexy, but then that was quickly replaced by a brief flash of anger, I mean it wasn't like he was her dad. That emotion too was quickly gone, replaced by a momentary pang of hunger.

And then he was done talking and she was moving on down the hall to her bedroom, feeling like she managed to navigate that conversation well, all things considered. Once Kendra reached her room she finally dropped the high heeled shoes she'd been carrying and then slipped surprisingly gracefully out of her dress and her bra, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Clad in nothing but her lace panties, the redhead collapsed on the bed and proceeded to pass out.

And that was where she was, laying face down on her bed, wearing almost nothing, when the sun rose the next morning and her uncle came to wake her for school.
 
He woke a solid hour before the sun as he always did. The military and years of running a business had ingrained that into him. He showered and dressed before preparing a breakfast for two and heading down the hall to wake her.With a sigh he realized he felt bad for barking at her last night. After all he was no choir boy at her age.None the less whatever Sharon had failed to do would now fall on him, and being a softy would not help her at all. Turning the corner to find her door wide open he was stopped dead in tracks. She was face down on the bed drooling a little and as close to naked as you can get.[ jumping Jesus on a boogie board would you look at that. The girl is determined to give me a heart attack] He silently retreated to the kitchen and poured himself some coffee. Sipping the coffee his mind drifted back to her lying on the bed. Even with a little drool she was stunning. His own words came back to him “If you were mine i would paddle your ass good” Of course Kendra would have no way of knowing that was his late wife’s favorite game. Those memories caused a stir He had to quickly ignore. Placing the mug down and opening the kitchen door he bellowed in his best drill sergeant voice. .”UP IN THE MORNING 'FORE THE RISING SUN,
GONNA RUN A 100 MILES 'FORE THE DAY IS DONE.
OUT ON THE ROAD IN THE POURING RAIN,
GOTTA KEEP RUNNING, DON'T MIND THE PAIN.
LET’ GO GIRLY TIME'S A WASTING”
 
Kendra's eyes fluttered open, roused by her uncle's booming voice coming from the kitchen and as she wakened, she groaned, both hands going to her head. She rubbed her temples and continued to groan as the full effects of the night before began to flood into her consciousness. Her mouth was dry, her body ached almost as much as her head, and her stomach was doing some kind of calisthenics.

She knew she had to get up though. She couldn't be late for class. Sitting up, the redhead saw that she had managed to strip down to just her panties before passing out. She also saw the door to her bedroom was open. Immediately she wondered if her uncle had come in and seen her, which then brought back some very fuzzy memories of talking to him the night before as she had stumbled through the house.

Slipping the panties off, Kendra reached over and closed the door. After a quick, cold shower, the teen dressed in loose fitting pajama pants and a t-shirt and emerged from her room, hoping she had time for a piece of toast before she had to go.

She found her uncle in the kitchen, breakfast already prepared. Smiling, she told him good morning as she stepped into the kitchen, determined to act like she felt good regardless of how she actually felt.

"Hey, sorry about last night," she said, not even sure exactly what had happened. Had she woken him up, or had he waited up for her? Had he been mad or just disappointed? And why did she remember something about a spanking? "Guess I got a little carried away."
 
Good morning Kendra. I agree you did get a little carried away, I don't begrudge you that . This is not the time for me to get on my soap box and preach. I apologize for threatening to spank you. Get some food in you and we will talk about it in the afternoon.
 
"Thanks," the redhead managed to say before quickly taking a bite. Her uncle had actually threatened to spank her? Her always calm, completely mild mannered uncle was upset enough to consider putting her over his knee?

Wishing her memory wasn't so fuzzy, Kendra finished her breakfast as quickly as she could without making herself sick, then thanked her uncle again and excused herself so she could make it to class on time.

It was a long day of classes, including a lab and a few hours in the library. By the time Kendra was done she had decided she needed a drink. Luckily, a couple of her friends had mentioned going out for drinks again. Despite the events of the previous night, the redhead decided she would go. She would just have to take it a little easier than the night before, Kendra told herself as she went back to her uncle's house to have some dinner and change clothes.

Kendra emerged from the bedroom dressed in a short, sequined skirt and a green shirt, her hair in pigtails.

"Hey, how was your day?" she asked as she slid into a chair at the table.
 
He stood in front of the stove putting the finishing touches on his stuffed pork chops. His cooking had improved significantly living alone. He heard Kendra sit down and ask how is day was. " Good actually , a friend called to invite me to stay at his condo and go golfing for a couple of days." Turning to place the plates on the table he noticed her outfit. I will be leaving tonight so wherever you're going remember to set your own alarm ,and no parties in my house please. When dinner was over kinda bent over the sink to wash her dish and that tiny skirt stirred more than one memory. He excused himself to down to the basement and put together his golf things. After placing everything in the car he returned through the basement door and stopped at a chest of Drawers. He opened the top one and the memories came flooding back.
Right there on top was a tiny skirt very similar to Kendras. His wife Sarah had long shiny black hair . She was a little taller and her breast were a slightly bigger but the rest of was just like Kendra . Especially that tight little bottom.
The drawers contained her favorite playtime outfits as well as blindfolds ,cuffs,paddles , wooden spoons,various toys,and even some videos they made together. He touched the skirt remembering one of her favorite games. He would sit in his reading chair after work. She would pour him a drink and quietly disappear. Returning in her skirt and low cut top. With her her head hung low and her hands behind her back she would kneel before him and apologize. " I couldn't help myself I did it again. Three times I dropped my chalk and eraser. Bending over in front of the poor boys in my classroom.I need to be punished ". The phone upstairs rang and snapped him back to the present. He turned an climbed the stairs absentmindedly leaving the drawer open.
 
Kendra gave her uncle a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before he got into the car, then stood next to the drive way as he pulled out, waving goodbye to him before she started back into the house through the basement door.

The redhead was about to start up the wooden stairs to the 1st floor of the house when she noticed the chest of drawer against the wall, its top drawer open. Normally her uncle kept everything tidy, and in its place, so it was unusual to see the drawer left open like that. As she reached the unassuming furniture, Kendra saw that there were clothes spilling out. The redhead started to push the clothes back in so she could close the drawer, but she found her eyes drawn to the clothes. There was what appeared to be a private school outfit, complete with a pleated skirt and just below that was a nurse's outfit.

An extremely short nurse's outfit, Kendra thought to herself as she pulled the white costume out and held it up. Did these belong to her aunt, and if so, what exactly did she use them for, the teen wondered as she continued to sort through the clothes. Every outfit she found was sexy and revealing, so either her aunt attended a lot of really sexy Halloween parties, or she and Kendra's uncle enjoyed a little roleplay.

The teen blushed a little at that thought, but as she reached the bottom of the drawer, the blush in her cheeks grew even more intense. Beneath the clothes she had discovered a collection of oddities, including cuffs and paddles, even a ball gag. Along with the bondage gear, she noticed several sex toys, the sheer size of which made the redhead weak in the knees. Her aunt was slightly bigger than her, but only slightly, Kendra thought as she picked up the largest of the dildo's and eyed it suspiciously, her eyes growing wide.

Shoving everything back into the drawer, Kendra quickly left the basement, unwanted images of her aunt and her uncle making good use of the contents swirling through her head as she cleaned up her dinner dishes. She quickly decided she would never look at her uncle the same. Although, some of the images that danced through her imagination were more than a little titillating.
 
It had been a good couple of days. His friend jack and his girl cindy treated him like royalty . Over dinner at the club cindy insisted he come back another time ,she had some single friends that would love to meet him. After unloading the car he went upstairs but found no sign of kendra or any note to tell him were she went. It had been a long ride home and muscles were stiff and sore, he had not played that many rounds in a long time. He went upstairs deciding a long hot shower was the best remedy. Thinking no one was in the house he left the door ajar so the bathroom would not steam up so badly. Then he turned on the radio and opened the glass slider to shower. The hot water felt great on his stiff muscles. As he shampooed his hair his mind wondered about Cindy's. Sultry in invitation . Then the image of kendra lying prone on her bed pushed it's way into his mind, causing a rise from the south. After he got dressed again he went back down to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He noticed her purse on the table as he passed through before picking up his book an heading for his favorite chair. It didn't take long for him to dose off. The image pushed back into his mind , and the south rose again.
 
Kendra arrived home from another night out with her friends, to see that her uncle was home from his trip. She was happy to have him back, though she kind of wished she had made it home before him. She didn't want him to get the wrong impression that she was a bad girl. Sure, she had been out with friends again, but she barely had a buzz and it wasn't even that late, she thought as she sat her purse down.

But as she walked through the house, wearing her jeans and a simple black t-shirt, she didn't run into her uncle, although there were signs he was indeed home. Making her way upstairs, she found him taking a shower, the bathroom door open enough that saw the light and heard the running water. Sticking her head the petite redhead was about to welcome her uncle home but seeing him in the shower...seeing the blurred outline of his body, she saw what she was sure was an erection.

Quickly backing out of the bathroom, Kendra rushed to her room and shut the door, her face flushed noticeably. After a moment, the teen slipped her jeans off, leaving her in just the t-shirt and her small, pink panties. She considered going to bed, but she was hungry, so, assuming her uncle was going to bed after his shower, the redhead left her room and headed downstairs, without bothering to put on any pants.

As she moved through the downstairs she was surprised to find her uncle hadn't gone to bed. Instead he was sitting in his favorite chair, seemingly asleep. Kendra moved into the room wondering if she should wake him so he could go to bed, but as she got closer to him, the redhead noticed that there was a rather large tent in the front of his pants, prompting memories of the erection she had seen a few minutes before while he was in the shower.

Jesus, she thought. What's with the perpetual boner? Had he taken some Viagra or was he just a complete horndog, the teen wondered as she stared at the large bulge in his pants. She found herself remembering the drawer of costumes and toys she had found in the basement, and wondering just how much of a pervert her uncle might be.

...she also couldn't help but wonder just how big her uncle's dick was. Through the glass of the shower door it had certainly looked big, but that could be deceiving. Staring at the tent in his lap, Kendra could tell it wasn't small, but couldn't say just how big it was. Kendra! she chastised herself. Stop obsessing about your uncle's cock.

Turning to leave, the redhead immediately bumped into the coffee table, prompting a hushed curse from her, but also a loud clink of a coffee cup on the table. Definitely loud enough to wake her uncle, the slender teen realized as she froze with her back to him.
 
The shower and the tall bourbon had done the trick . His book was on the floor next to his chair and he was in a sound sleep and dreaming away. In his dream he once again stood in kendra's bedroom looking down at her perfect bottom. This time she drew her legs up underneath herself,and her butt swayed left and right almost waving at him. He could see her fingers poking out between her thighs as she played with herself. Her eyes opened as she said " I've been a very bad girl uncle. Will you punish me now?. Then she kicked something of the bed with her foot and it fell with a clank. Suddenly she was standing in front of him looking back over her shoulder with a blush. His head flopped to one side in the chair as he mumbled " sweet jesus stop dreaming about it, she's your niece for God's sake." Then he drifted of again,waking up in middle of the night stiff and sore again. After popping a couple of tylenol he made his way into bed.
 
Kendra returned to her room as quickly as she could, but even after she stripped her shirt off and slipped into her bed, the lights off, the redhead couldn't stop flushing and thinking about her uncle. Her stumble into the coffee table had managed to wake him, if only for a moment, but luckily for her, he had gone back to sleep almost immediately. She doubted he would remember seeing her standing there in front of his chair in her panties, his cock hard as a rock. At least she hoped he wouldn't remember, she thought, her heart still racing in her chest.

The teen eventually slept, but not for a long while and when she did she dreamed about her uncle, first that she had come home late again and he had spanked her, or had he done something else while she was laying across his lap? Had he fingered her while he spanked her? The next dream was clearer in her mind. She had found him sitting in his chair, an erection in his pants and she had knelt down between his legs, taken his cock out and given him a long, slow blowjob. When she woke in the morning, she could still remember the pleasure she had felt when her uncle had climaxed, filling her mouth with his jizz.

Trying to shake off the sex filled dreams, Kendra showered and dressed in black yoga pants and a tank top before making her way to the kitchen.
 
He had to continually look the other way to curtail his own dirty thoughts as she flitted around the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. At least she was wide awake and contributing to the chores around the house . He silently chastised himself. " suppose i cant expect her to walk around in a rain barrel and suspenders just because i cant keep my own mind from wandering". he excused himself from the table deciding he needed to clean his golf equipment for the next trip. As he was cleaning the mud from the clubs with a rag he looked over at the dresser. His mind drifted back to his wife as it often did. He opened the drawer and laid his hand on the nurses costume closing his eyes and dreaming of her. That's when it hit him. this costume was never on top and the wooden spoon was never on the far left. It was part of her favorite games. She had to keep all her toys in perfect order or be punished. He swallowed hard knowing Kendra had to have been in there.His mind raced from anger to embarrassment to arousal and back in a split second.
He looked carefully trying to determine if anything was missing especially the cd's . She hadn't said a word . He needed to think carefully about how he would handle this. quietly closing the drawer he left and went for a long ride. On the way back he stopped at the elks club for a few hours. When he returned home she was gone. making up his mind he decided he would confront her and find out just what she had or had not done.First he poured himself a tall drink . Then he went down an retrieved the wooden spoon .He sat himself down placing the spoon on the arm of his chair in plain sight,and waited.
 
Kendra left the house shortly after her uncle, determined to run all her errands, meet a classmate at the library to study, and make it home in time to change so she could meet her friends at the movie theater. Despite being distracted all day by thoughts of her uncle and the items she had discovered in the basement, the redhead managed to get everything done and make it home in plenty of time to get ready for the movie.

As she entered the house, and hung her purse on a kitchen chair, she thought she heard noise in the living room. Still dressed in her black yoga pants and her white tank top (though she had put a bra on underneath it before leaving the house), the eighteen year old stepped into the living room to say hi to her uncle and let him know her plans for the night.

She pulled up short as she entered the room, but forced the smile on her face not to waver as she saw the stern look on his face, and then noticed the wooden spoon on the arm of the chair. It looked like a regular wooden spoon, but Kendra was sure she had seen it before, and not in the kitchen. It had been in the drawer of private things in the basement.

"Hi, how was your day? I-is something wrong, uncle?" she felt her mouth go dry as she forced herself to take a couple of more steps til she was standing in the middle of the room.
 
" I suppose that depends on what you have to say for yourself "
He twirled the wooden spoon in his fingers and stared her in the eyes. " obviously you recognize this"
 
Kendra felt her cheeks and ears grow warm as it became apparent that her little snooping had not gone unnoticed. The last thing she wanted to do was to talk about what she'd seen in the drawer with her uncle, but she was caught and she knew it.

She nodded when he held up the spoon, acknowledging that she did recognize it. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to go through your things, I-I just noticed it was open and I went to close it when I noticed some of the stuff inside and I, I guess I was just curious..."
 
His eyes closed slowly and opened again. He curled a finger in a come hither motion. " you do know curiosity killed the cat". Patting his knee he said " come tell me what you did exactly "
 
Despite the misgivings she had about the situation, Kendra found herself crossing the distance to her uncle's chair and sitting gingerly down onto his knee, her body turned slightly as she started to try to explain herself.

"I just noticed the drawer was open and so I went over to close it," the redhead repeated. "And I noticed some of the clothes inside and was thinking maybe they were old Halloween costumes, like the nurse outfit or the schoolgirl outfit... I didn't mean to snoop, really. But as I was looking at the clothes I noticed some of the other items. That's when I realized that the drawer was full of...private things. I tried to put everything back where it was but I guess..."

So basically, I found your old sex toys, but I didn't play with them, I promise. Nothing awkward in that, right? Kendra thought as she tensed, waiting to see how he would react to her admission.
 
He listened carefully as she explained her actions. Trying desperately to ignore the stirrings in his loins when she sat on his knee. His mind drifted to happier times as she described the outfits . The one thing that caught his attention, she had said the drawer was open. While he didn't remember doing that he had to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Hmmm the drawer was open. ". Even as he spoke to her his eyes stared of into nowhere. Unconsciously he twirled the spoon up and down the inside of her thigh. " you know your very much like her in so many ways. Your delicate figure ,that wild side. She always knew she needed to tame the wild side ,at first she needed discipline, later on she craved it. Your not so different at all are you?. " He looked back up into her eyes " you would love to wear those outfits wouldn't you?."
 
Kendra was tense as she waited for her uncle to consider her explanation. She felt so silly sitting on his leg. She was 18 and a grown woman, she told herself. There was no reason for her to be sitting on his lap, even if he had been like a second father figure to her for years. Despite her seemingly firm resolve, the redhead remained on her uncle's knee as he finally began to speak.

He seemed to at least be considering the possibility that he had indeed left the drawer open, which helped Kendra relax at least a little bit, but then he started talking about his wife and how similar she and Kendra were...talking about the teen's 'figure' and how she needed discipline, suddenly, not only was the redhead feeling tense again, she was also regretting the decision not to wear any underwear beneath her yoga pants.

When he suggested that she might like to try on some of the 'oufits' in the drawer, Kendra immediately felt her cheeks and ears begin to burn in embarrassment. She could picture several of the costumes in her mind and they were more than a little racy and short. Did her uncle actually think she wanted to wear those sexy outfits? Did he want her to wear them? And what would he say if she denied it? Would he be angry, would he believe her?

"I just saw a couple of them...but...they seemed cute," the redhead finally managed to respond, imaging herself wearing one of the costumes and sitting on her uncle's lap. She started to say more but was momentarily distracted by the spoon he was holding, which had casually moved up the inside of her thigh, almost high enough to touch her 'there'.
 
He refocused as she was telling him she thought the outfits were cute. He had noticed little telltale signs when she lied even before tonight.she had a tiny stammer and the pupils of her eyes darted back and forth. Those things and the heat emanating from her bottom hinted she thought those things were more than cute. He looked into her eyes and wondered what she was leaving out." Come with me kendra". Leading her back down to the cellar he opened the drawer again . "Are you sure you're telling me everything". He placed the outfits on top before picking each item out one at time and inspecting carefully inches in front of her face. " with all that time on your hands you didnt have any fun for yourself at all?." He picked up a tiny waitress dress and handed it to her. Fold this and place it on the left." Giving her each on he had her lay them out from left to right before he closed the drawerThat's everything in its place the way I expect to find it from now on. I have a meeting at the club tonight. Seeing as you have no classes in the morning I suspect you have plans to go out. When you get back I want you to select a favorite and model it for me". Turning away from her he took out his car keys and left.
 
After her uncle finally left to go to his meeting, Kendra let out a long breath, what seemed like the first one she had taken since sitting down on his lap. She still couldn't quite wrap her head around what had just happened, even as she stared at all of the neatly folded outfits laid out in front of her.

He wanted her to model one of them for him? That was crazy, right? Probably no crazier than the fact that she was actually trying to decide which one. Why was she actually considering doing it? She considered that question for a long while, and found her mind delving into things she had either never considered or that she had pushed deep down inside long ago. Regardless, she eventually shook herself out of the depths of her thoughts, grabbed one of the outfits and hurried out of the room.

The redhead left the outfit in her room, while she changed into her best little black dress and texted her friends. As she was about to pull her door closed and head out, she gave the outfit one last look, then she was gone.

Drinking with her friends and dancing had helped her put thoughts of her uncle away for a little while, but when she returned home, slipping quietly back to her room, she opened the door to find the outfit waiting for her.

Was she actually going through with this, she wondered as she pulled her dress off. After a long moment, the redhead started dressing, pulling the little girl scout uniform on until she was finished, sash, hat and all. Slowly Kendra emerged from her bedroom and made her way to the living room to see if her uncle was indeed waiting for, and to find out what he thought of her choice.

Kendra's outfit:
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